Goblin Subjugation (2)
Carefully, I undid the buttons of my sweat-soaked blouse and bared my breasts.
I let out a small sigh.
Crane swallowed hard and straightened his posture.
In a way, it was a little shocking. Crane, who practiced with me every day, who had always seemed like nothing more than an innocent junior—seeing him like this.
What if he misunderstands?
I knew perfectly well that once you let a man touch your breasts, his nature would demand the next step. A haughty order to stop now would never work on him.
“…”
His eyes were already fixed intently on the pale breasts I had just revealed. Flushed a soft peach from the heat, they rose and fell with my breathing. His expression was grave, clouded with conflict.
“May I… touch them?”
“Mm…”
The cherry-pink nipples and areolae at the center of my breasts stood out clearly. Crane reached out carefully and cupped one in his hand.
“Nnh…”
My heart hammered with sheer embarrassment. Showing them was one thing, but feeling bare skin kneaded like that made me want to crawl into a hole and hide.
Is this really okay…?
What mattered most was that Crane recover his strength. Only then could he carry me out of this dangerous forest, back to the Academy—or at least find Professor Anton’s group.
In the shade of the rock, Crane fondled my breasts as if they belonged to him. After a moment’s hesitation he began pinching and twisting the nipples.
“Haa…”
My mouth fell open and a deep breath spilled out, almost like a groan of pain. Touching them over clothes and touching bare skin were worlds apart—both in sensation and in the emotions they stirred.
“Nngh…”
I clapped a hand over my mouth without thinking. If I didn’t, some utterly shameful sound would escape. My heart pounded so hard it left me breathless.
“Ugh…”
Crane kept playing with my nipples—twisting them lightly, rolling them between his fingers—while watching my face the entire time.
“Ten seconds are up. Stop.”
I forced the words out in a hurried voice.
Will he actually stop here?
I had no idea. My vision was starting to blur. Tears pricked at my eyes. My chest and whole body felt tight and restless.
“Ah…”
“Um… I’m sorry, but could I just suck on them once?”
“What?”
Of course it wasn’t over. Let him suck my breasts and next he’d want my panties off.
“I really like breasts, but Mother never allowed it.”
Did he seriously expect me to believe that? Even if I did, I wasn’t his mother.
I fell silent for a moment, trying to organize a refusal in my head—only for him to lean in, take a nipple into his mouth, and start rolling it with his tongue.
“Hiek…!!”
May wanted to slap him across the face right then, but she couldn’t risk his teeth catching her nipple. She was trapped, unable to move either way. The instant his tongue touched her, goosebumps raced over her entire body. Watching her carefully, Crane began sucking the nipple deeper.
“Hnn…”
A thin, trembling voice—unmistakably a woman’s. Heat flooded her all at once; her body jerked and began to quiver. It felt as if every inch of her skin were being tickled by feathers.
Slurp… slurp…
Something began to flow into Crane’s mouth. A faint milky tang, sweet and rich. His exhausted, starving body reacted instantly to the sudden rush of nourishment. Following pure instinct, he suckled like an infant.
Gulp… gulp…
“Haah…”
The blatant play of his mouth and tongue was hard to resist. The fierce stimulation shot straight down between her legs; she didn’t even realize milk was actually coming out.
Slurp-slurp… gulp, gulp…
The sweet, nutrient-rich milk flooded energy into every corner of his body. Cells seemed to wake one by one; the fatigue that had piled up melted away.
May’s brow furrowed slightly; hot breaths escaped and brushed across her face. Crane paused for a moment and studied her expression. He half expected her to open her eyes and snap that ten seconds had long since passed—but she only kept her eyes closed, leaning quietly against the rock wall.
He knew full well that sucking a virgin’s milk when she was neither wife nor lover was anything but normal. Yet the thought that Miss Blair herself might want this too was taking deeper root. She was clearly allowing it. Ten seconds? It felt more like ten minutes had gone by…
Every time he drew her nipple deep into his mouth, May’s body trembled and a hot sigh slipped free. Crane swallowed hard once more and slid his hand under the hem of her navy pleated skirt.
“Th-that’s not allowed!”
May’s eyes flew open; she seized his wrist and cried out.
“Ah—yes…”
So it’s no good after all?
It was shameless, no question. With zero experience of women, Crane was simply curious what lay beneath the skirt. Everything he knew about sex came from eavesdropping on the maids’ dirty talk, and according to them, if a girl was wet between the legs and you touched her there, she liked it.
He clicked his tongue in disappointment. After suckling a long while longer, Crane finally pulled his mouth away.
“Shall we get moving now?”
“Mm…”
May was still reeling, but she climbed onto Crane’s back again. His back reeked of sweat, yet she had to ride him if she wanted to live—and the smell wasn’t as unpleasant as she’d expected.
“Haa… haa…”
The sun was already high; it must have been around noon. Without food he should have been exhausted and starving, yet after drinking her milk he felt full of strength, almost buoyant. His steps lightened; he even hummed under his breath as he headed south. South meant more villages even if they never found the professors, and a chance to return to the Academy.
The heavy weight of her breasts pressed against his back. Remembering how they had looked only moments earlier made his lower body swell again. A faint scent of her body drifted to him on the breeze. From the girl riding him came the steady rhythm of breathing.
“Miss Blair?”
Soft, even breaths answered from behind. No reply. She must have collapsed from pain and fatigue and fallen asleep.
In that case…
A wicked little thought began to bloom. What exactly was between a woman’s legs? With no sisters, no older female relatives, and no girlfriend, it was still an unexplored mystery to him. Earlier she had stopped him, but if he had forced the issue he could have looked and touched. Or if he had begged more desperately, maybe she would have allowed it.
For some reason Miss Blair seems weak to me…
The girl on his back already felt deeply asleep from exhaustion. If he just checked what it looked like for a moment… no one would ever know.
At last Crane found a grassy hollow sheltered by a gentle hill. Moving carefully so as not to wake her, he lowered May to the ground.
“Hoo…”
Looking down at her sleeping so innocently, Crane tried to quiet the turmoil churning inside him. With no real sexual knowledge, he had been taught that carnal pleasure was something impure, something sinful. Whenever he asked his parents, the only answer he ever got was a cold, contemptuous “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
Well, he was older now. He was going to see what it looked like. No one could stop him this time.
He had steeled himself, yet he still hesitated. If she caught him, how could he ever look Miss Blair in the face again? Would she forgive such a shameless bastard? Of course not.
Like a spark catching dry tinder, emotion flared and swallowed the bitter memories of the past. He was desperate. He never wanted to regret again.
His eyes rested quietly on May’s face. There was no more time. Once this moment passed, who knew when another chance would come?
“All right. I’m doing it.”
His resolve was set; his voice did not waver. Carefully he approached, unbuttoned the white uniform blouse again, and bared her breasts. Sweat-glistened marble, pink nipples still shiny with his own saliva.
He bent and brought his nose to her chest. A sweet milky scent mixed with the faint fragrance of her skin rose to meet him.
Slurp… hnn… slurp-slurp…
He had meant to go lower, but he could not resist these breasts. The wet sound of mucous membrane against skin. The sticky mingling of saliva and the milk that still leaked from her nipples. His cock, swollen tight without his noticing, was searching for somewhere to go. Once that sensation would have only confused him; now he was beginning to understand what it meant.
He pushed up the uniform skirt. Long, straight thighs and a plump, firm bottom that the white cotton underpants could not hide came into view. A faint scent of sweat rose from between her thighs, yet the smell only excited him more.
Careful not to wake May, Crane peeled the panties down. It was his first time, but his meticulous nature made the task surprisingly easy. He exhaled a long breath, gently parted her legs, and looked.
“Is this… that? Whoa…”
A low, involuntary moan slipped from Crane’s throat.
